His eyes roved over me, his brows raised in an upside down V.
Off to the right, Blaze, brown-haired like his daddy and left-handed too, threw his foam football into the air.
“Blaze,” Blue said firmly. “You know what Mom said about throwing your ball in the house.”
“Fine,” he grumped and instead started sprinting across the bathroom with the ball tucked in a football carry, just like he’d seen Blue do in games.
Belle came flying back into the room, sliding to a stop on her knees. She pressed the stethoscope to my heart and pretended to listen. Suddenly I knew the perfect way to tell Blue he was going to be a daddy again.
“Hey, sweet girl.” I smiled. “You’re listening in the wrong place.” I hooked Blue’s eyes, took the bell of the instrument and slowly moved it down to my abdomen. His gaze flashed to my belly and I bit the insides of my cheek to keep from laughing as the realization stole over his face. His excited eyes grew quarter-sized.
“No way.” He chuckled, his expression questioning me.
I nodded once before he tackled me in a hug.
“Yes!” He shouted right by my ear.
“My hand!” Belle whined and I realized she was still trying to listen for a heartbeat, her palm smashed between us.
“Sorry, sweetie,” I said, scooting back slightly so she could remove herself, while Blue had a chokehold on my upper body. But then I realized, for once, he was crying intomyneck. “Blue?” I lifted his head to see tears in his eyes. “What in the world?”
“Sorry.” He gulped, beaming. “I just love having babies with you. It’s my favorite.”
“Even more than football?” Blaze said flatly like Blue had just said he liked cheese pizza better than pepperoni. Not clued in about the baby at all.
Blue tipped his forehead against mine. “Even more than football.”
Belle put one hand on my shoulder and one on Blue’s. “So having babies with Mom is your favorite thing in thewhole wide world?”
“Hmm.” His nose brushed mine. “Your mom is my favorite thing in the whole wide world. Babies are next. Then football.”
Blaze finally dropped the ball. Now his hand was on both of our shoulders on the other side. “Mom, is Dad your favorite thing in the whole wide world?”
“Yeah.” I smiled. “He’s always been my favorite. Ever since the first time I saw him. No one else has ever come close.”
“Tell us the story.” Belle clapped. “The one about how he had to move and then Uncle Ford embarrassed you and then you got married!” I giggled at her quick synopsis of our very long love story.
“I need a few minutes with Mom,” Blue said, winking at me. “Alone.”
I giggled. “I need to help Daddy get ready for his game. But if you go clean up your rooms, I’ll tell you the story, over a bowl of ice cream.”
They took off at lightning speed. They got that from their dad.
“We need thirty minutes!” Blue yelled after them. Then his mouth broke into a mischievous smirk.
Twenty heavenly minutes later, I lay in bed, fully clothed and relaxed, watching him dress.
Still shirtless, he turned to face me. “Do you want me to turn on the TV for you?”
I bit my bottom lip and grinned. “Who needs TV with a show like that.” I waved my hand at his perfectly chiseled chest.
“You want a show?” He sauntered slowly toward me, reminiscent of a lion hunting pray, making his pecs pop back and forth. I snorted. So he roared, “I’ll give you a show!”
I squealed as he launched onto the bed, landing gently on top of me. In less than a second he was pressing kisses over my cheekbones. I sighed, happily letting him.
“I’m so glad we’re married,” he murmured. “It’s thebest.” He said this every single time we were done. He’d started it on our wedding night and he’d said it every time since.
“It really is.” My fingertips swirled over his back, goosebumps springing up on him now. “But Blue?”
